Appellations Lyrics

Yeah

Now first off let me say as man

I would never physically abuse a women with these hands

See I was raised by a queen

But some of you got the nerve

Eat the cake Anna Mae

I'm Ike turner with these words

Let's start with this bartender you probably seen her on them flyers

Only good for her neck and her back like she was Khia

Real name was never mind I'm a just call her liar

had to nerve to tell my mans I was ugly like you was fire

And next it was Houston of my dreams

Met her in the hookah spot she started whispering them things

I gave Flava all money had to empty out my jeans

Just in case she trynna line me nigga don't forget to ring

She took me her to crib her lil dog was acting mean

Hit her with that dope dick now she acting like a fein

She lied on some weird shit so now I leave on her seen

Make a long story short she migrated to queens

Yeah then it was Becky

You guessed it a pretty white girl that used to neck me

Really trynna cuff a nigga shorty tried to arrest me

Said I taste good but knew I was bad for her like Pepsi

Right then It was bloody

that it's exactly what you called me when you was hanging with ya buddy

Used text me on low girl you was really phony

And I know ya nigga knew cause you ain't really homie

Not at all then it was Benz

Miss I ain't never got it trynna keep up with your friends

Now would I be wrong if I tried one of ya friends

Always wanna spend money but got no money spend.

See the next girl Imma call you twin

We shared the same sign same vision through the same lense

Ya homegirls was cool we hung with the same friends

Remember you wrapped in AC girl that ain't the same Benz

See it felt like its mine whenever I was fucking on her

Till I go on the gram and other niggaz touching on her

She ain't really do me right

But can't say she did me wrong

So I'm A keep it cute I know you listen to my songs

And the next joint Imma call you lame

That's exactly how you sounded when you was mentioning them names

Most women fuck for money

You was fucking for the fame

You could add me to the list I'm A charge it to the game

Got drunk with this one model came 2 times in it

She was standing in the pool looking too fine it

One piece greca with the 2 lines it

Had a thing for counting money with the blue lines it

East

Now how could I forget miss trifling

I aint gon tell ya husband bout that lady that he wifey'n

Used to let me put my foot on her head when I was piping

Had to block her

She kept spelling shit wrong when she was typing

Had a big juicy girl I'm A call her Tropicana

But I had to cut her loose she kept spreading propaganda

Used to brag to her friends

How she was freaking on her crush

If we fucking then we fucking girl keep it on the hush

That's right then it was chef

The crib don't feel the same since you walked out and left

When we was messing with each other

I wasn't really at my best

Plus I knew you was the type that wasn't settling for less

She used to cook for me like a mobster

I'm talking warm butter for the lobster

Fresh Parmesan on the pasta

Garlic bread with the penne alla vodka

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